The best perspective expert

Chapter 295 Investigation Team

Seeing these people rushing in, Han Zhenyang grinned and slapped his palms to signal them to go out.

"Hula-la--" A group of people backed out in unison, and closed the door carefully.

Uh, so obedient?

Han Zhenyang was taken aback, then lowered his head, patted Wang Xiaoyao's back lightly, said "I'm sorry" in a low voice, and then said softly: "It's okay, I won't do this again in the future, never again, I will Guaranteed," the words were very soft, and the pitch was not high, it sounded like a whisper to himself, but his eyes were as hard as steel, and his heart was as hard as a piece of granite.

These words were spoken to Wang Xiaoyao, and even more so to himself.

Said that he would never make people so worried again, and he was telling himself not to let this kind of tragedy happen again.

Thunder fire!

Thinking of this organization that had confronted many times, his eyes narrowed slowly, a cold light flashed past, and then it turned into tenderness and enveloped Wang Xiaoyao.

What is lost has been lost, and what is not lost must be grasped.

Han Zhenyang patted Wang Xiaoyao on the back, comforted her in a low voice, and secretly warned himself: From now on, no one can take his woman away from him!no more!
Wang Xiaoyao fell asleep crying and crying. The girl didn't close her eyes for almost two days and two nights. She was already on the verge of collapse. Now that her tense nerves were relaxed, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in Han Zhenyang's arms. .

Han Zhenyang waited for Wang Xiaoyao to fall asleep, then quietly got up, opened the door and went outside.

The group of people around the door scattered, staring at Han Zhenyang with weird eyes, as if they were looking at a monster.

Han Zhenyang shrugged his shoulders calmly, "Why, you don't know me anymore?"

Chen Hegang grinned, forced a smile, and said, "How come..." He lost his voice, and a policeman behind him didn't know what to think, his face turned pale, he covered his mouth and quickly ran to the corner, vomiting crazily.

Han Zhenyang raised his eyebrows, pretending that he didn't see this, and continued to ask: "What are you doing here? Are you afraid that I will abscond? By the way, someone from the headquarters, is there any plan to send me to a military court? "

"How is it possible," Chen Hegang subconsciously denied, but then stopped, because he was only the person in charge of a county-level unit, how could he know what the headquarters was thinking?What happened to Han Zhenyang was the first case since the establishment of MSS. Everyone was watching and wondering how Han Zhenyang would be punished.

No matter how things happened for a reason, his torture and killing of Paul is legally unjustifiable. No matter how much the headquarters wants to protect him, they will have to be locked up for a few days to make a show; of.

It was precisely because he had figured this out that he immediately asked if the people from the headquarters had come, although he had seen those people a long time ago.

Chen Hegang forced a smile, "Don't you want to eat something first?" As soon as he said this, another female policeman ran away covering her mouth.

Han Zhenyang smiled, "The next sheep I can eat now."

The first meal he woke up was a roasted whole lamb, which was ordered directly from the hotel. In Chen Hegang's office, he had a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. During the meeting, most of the roasted sheep turned into a skeleton, took another sip of hot tea, wiped its mouth, and smiled at the members of the investigation team at the headquarters: "Everyone, you can start."

The investigation team consisted of five people. The leader was a middle-aged man with a bright forehead and a frighteningly high police rank. The rest were younger, and one of them was Xue Xiaoyan.However, it is clear that Xue Xiaoyan has no right to speak in the investigation team. She followed the maid to pour tea and water for everyone, and looked at Han Zhenyang without sadness or joy, as if she didn't know him at all, but she quietly refilled Han Zhenyang's tea. Blinked at him.

The high police officer coughed, and then said with a smile: "Xiao Han, don't be nervous, we just ask casually."

Han Zhenyang smiled, nodded, and didn't speak, but he felt the kindness revealed in the words. It seems that this investigation is indeed just an investigation and has no intention of targeting him.Realizing this, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better if he could not be punished, because he is not a masochist after all.

Since it was just an ordinary investigation, he had nothing to hide. He told everything he could say. Of course, he concealed his ability to see through and resist bullets, and deliberately made the battle process vague. .

It took him 10 minutes to tell the story. During the whole process, no one in the investigation team raised any objections. Investigative records.

After he finished speaking, the high police officer smiled slightly, "I only have two questions, I hope you can answer them truthfully."

He nodded, still smiling.

"First question, we checked the scene, there was a murderer in the Wrangler at the intersection, he used an AUG assault rifle and an M1911 semi-automatic pistol, the pistol only fired one shot, but the assault rifle finished one magazine, That is 100 bullets, but these bullets were found less than [-] meters away from the Wrangler, that is to say, you blocked a lot of bullets in this box, so the question is, what do you use? blocked?"

Hearing this question, Han Zhenyang already felt that this had already involved his biggest secret. If possible, he would fool around with this question even if he was cheating.But, is cheating useful now?Not to mention that he is now "on the verge of being punished", just by looking at the high and scary police rank on the opposite side, you can tell that the headquarters attaches great importance to this issue.

In other words, he had to answer this question if he didn't answer it. If he didn't come up with a reasonable answer, this matter might really be a little troublesome.

Realizing this, he indulged for a moment, glanced at the camera on the ceiling, then patted his chest calmly, looked at the high police officer with playful eyes, "chest, I used my chest to block those bullets, "He said with a smile, "I believe you should have got my shirt. If you don't believe me, you can count the bullet holes on it."

As soon as his voice fell, the office immediately fell silent, so quiet that a needle could be heard, even a high-ranking policeman held his breath, and his pupils shrank imperceptibly, then turned his head and glanced at a young man in casual clothes beside him, and said Han Zhenyang said: "Can I demonstrate it?"

Han Zhenyang shrugged, "Do I have the right to refuse?"

The high police officer smiled and nodded at the man in casual clothes.

The man in casual clothes stood up expressionlessly, took out a pistol, a Type 92 5.8mm semi-automatic pistol that can only be equipped by cadres above the regiment level, and aimed directly at Han Zhenyang's chest, "Ready?"

Han Zhenyang smiled and nodded.

The whole room was staring at Han Zhenyang's chest. Xue Xiaoyan, who was sitting in the corner, still had no expression on her face, but the tightly clenched fists and tense muscles under the table showed that she was quite nervous.In fact, Xue Xiaoyan was the most nervous of all, and even wanted to stop her a few times, but when she saw Han Zhenyang's indifferent but confident expression, she relaxed inexplicably.

A few seconds later, the man in plain clothes pulled the trigger.

"Snapped--"

A slightly dull gunshot rang out, and everyone couldn't help shaking, and then stared at Han Zhenyang's chest.

There was an extra bullet hole in his clothes, but no one knew what was inside. The Type 92 has various flaws, but its power is not weak at all, especially the 5.8 mm caliber bullets, which have high initial velocity and strong penetration, and the projectile center with a large aspect ratio is easy to yaw after hitting the target. And rolling, resulting in a relatively large cavity, the damage caused cannot be underestimated.

So everyone was very curious about whether Han Zhenyang could block such a bullet. You know, this is a close-range shooting.The lethality of bullets within three meters and around 100 meters is very different. It can withstand rifle bullets fired from 100 meters away, but it may not be able to withstand pistol bullets fired within three meters.

After Han Zhenyang was shot, his body shook slightly, and then he reached into his clothes with a normal face, fumbled for a moment, took out a deformed bullet, and gently placed it on the table.

Looking at the bullet that looked like it was shot on the steel plate and Han Zhenyang's unremarkable skin, the members of the investigation team swallowed quietly, but they were all high-ranking people, well-informed, and soon calmed down down.

The high police officer nodded, "Very well, the second question, we noticed that you started chasing and killing the murderer after the victim was shot, and we extracted your footprints at the scene, showing that your pursuit line was almost a straight line , that is to say, after the murderer shot, you found his location, is that right?"

This question is even more vicious, pointing directly at his seven inches.

He has already exposed the fact that he can resist bullets. If people also know about his clairvoyance ability, then he has no trump card.Moreover, there can be an explanation for the bullet resistance, but there is no explanation for the ultra-long-distance perspective ability. Once someone cares about him, he is a guinea pig.Maybe those people won't let him be a guinea pig for the rest of his life because he is still useful, but it is absolutely unavoidable to cooperate with them in related experiments.

And this is what he can't bear the most.

But if you don't admit it, you have to find an explanation that can explain it.

So he widened his eyes in surprise, "Is it really a straight line?"

"That's right, we used the aerial camera to follow your footprints, and the error is very small," Police Gao smiled, looking at Han Zhenyang, waiting for him to answer the question.

Han Zhenyang frowned pretending to be puzzled, "Impossible, I had almost no other thoughts at the time, and I just followed the direction of the gunshots."

(End of this chapter)